Late Eighties
A Classroom
Stuffed With 50 Odd Kids
I Saw Her
With Dried Egg Yolk
Sticking To The Corner Of Her Lip

Our Journey As Class Fellows
Continued Until College
Years Later I Heard She Moved Out
Now She Lives In Your City
Where I Wanted To Be
She Breathes The Same Air As You Do
See The Same Scenes
She Walks On The Same Pavements
Feel The Same Feelings

The Night Is Still And
Dark
The Moon Is Enwrapped
In The Curtain Of Clouds
He Appears In My Thoughts
Hidden, Masked
Like A Silhouetted Figure

Who Is He?
The Man Of My Wordy World…
Before I Could Figure
A Mysterious Breeze
Typical Of Sultry Summer Nights
Blows Across And
Sweeps Him Away From The
Screen Of My Mind

Have You Ever Known?
I Crave

Your Words
Your Thoughts

I Miss The Times Of Togetherness
When The Warmth

Of Subtle Thoughts Prevailed
When The Stream Of Your Love

I Know There Are Times
When Words Stick
To Your Tongue
Like A Glue

Refuse To Part
Refuse To Travel To My Keen Ears
There Are Times
When Infinite Silence Prevails